Category Archive: john coyote

See you again’

See you again I have become cold and lonely in life and heart again, life seem to have crumble into a millions pieces and I don’t care to repair, lonely road and dead-ends… Continue reading

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A great song and some poetry.

Lay lady lay —   She peeled her clothing off slow and easy like a stripper tempting a wanting man. She stood bare for me and I knew she wasn’t real. She looked… Continue reading

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‘Shipwreck memories’

Shipwreck memories   The irony of a long life. We will know joy and sadness. We will have good days and bad days. We will want to live forever and we shall want… Continue reading

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‘The color of love’

The color of love Dear lover, you made me come alive. The fire in you eyes make me wish to swim in your brown eyes and drown in the gentleness of your voice.… Continue reading

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Free bird’

Free bird We built our love upon straw and paper. We didn’t know love could be set on fire, burn and be forgotten when the straw and paper dispersed to the sky in… Continue reading

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‘Blame not the kiss’

Blame not the kiss A Poem by Coyote Poetry Long Summer days bring hope and dreams of hope. Blame not the kiss   The pen and paper cannot give justice to your beautiful… Continue reading

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‘Just whispers to the Lake Huron”

Just whispers to the Lake Huron You came to me in a yesterday memory and you told me Johnnie. Can’t wait no-more. You have too much to love and to embrace. I’m just… Continue reading

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My Spring prayer

A Lake St. Clair prayer I’m far from my first love. The Pacific ocean. The Pacific ocean stole my heart years ago and she made me yearn to be near her and wish… Continue reading

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Hotel California

Hotel California I was station in California in 1992. After the war ending, I was blessed, an old dream came true. I was living on the California coastline. I had no debt and… Continue reading

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“First love’

Once, in a sweet memory. A sweet and beautiful young woman came to me, her kind smile opened the door to conversation on a warm Germany Spring day in 1978.. The first taste… Continue reading

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